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Feb. 7th, 2024 09:43 pmAny, any, "Now I need some brain bleach!" (Larry the Cat)
Larry the Cat always knew he was the most important figure in Downing Street, not whichever fool of a housemate happened to be living there with him at the present time, but it was always nice to have it confirmed, he thought as he approached the laptop.
Googling himself, Larry purred at the sight of fan pages for him and Facebook groups in his honour, then came to a page called AO3…Boris Johnson/Liz Truss pegging, Boris Johnson/Donald Trump?
He thought he’d seen it all after the parties, but after reading that, Larry needed some brain bleach.
any, any, "I still wake up with things to tell you." (Yellowjackets, Shauna)
Whenever Shauna and Jackie would go downstairs for breakfast after their slumber parties, Shauna’s mother would always ask them how it was possible that they’d stayed up so late talking and yet still had so much to say to each other in the morning.
Shauna thought of that again every morning in the cabin when she woke up and realised Jackie was no longer next to her, yet still had so many things she wanted to say to her every day.
She’d told Taissa she’d moved on after Natalie had buried what was left of Jackie, and sure, she had to some extent, she wasn’t having imaginary conversations with Jackie any more, but that didn’t mean she didn’t wake up wanting to tell Jackie something new every day.
any, any, i'll show him that a cadillac is not a car to scorn (Sweet Valley High, Kris Lynch)
Kris Lynch had seen Todd Wilkins sniggering at his Cadillac as he’d walked past it with Peggy Abbot. Any other time, that might have bothered him, but as he watched Todd and Peggy talking, as Todd cringed when Peggy did her donkey laugh again, he thought to himself that actually, he had the upper hand. Todd wouldn’t be laughing when he was stuck with Peggy at the dance while Elizabeth Wakefield was being driven past him in Kris’s pink Cadillac.
Any, any, the start of the end of the world feels like any other day (Dark, Regina)
It had seemed like the end of the world to Regina the day she heard that Mads, her only real friend at the time, had gone missing, once again the day she had come home from a sleepover to find her grandfather dead and her mother missing, and again the day she received her cancer diagnosis. Yet on each occasion, the day had started out feeling like any other day, with no indication of what was to come.
The day of the actual Winden apocalypse had also started out like any other; she had had no idea that that would be the last time she would ever see Bartosz, that her illusions about Aleksander were to be shattered before he died, that her mother would appear again not having aged a day; Winden may have been practically destroyed in the nuclear apocalypse, yet these things destroyed Regina more.
any, any, last words (Dark, Bartosz)
Bartosz is still haunted by the last words he spoke to Regina; when he’d told her he’d be back later, he’d genuinely meant it, believed that he would return home to his mother.
Trapped in 1888 with no means of returning to 2020, he’d kept imagining Regina waiting for him, wondering why he never returned home, but felt unable to talk about it since Magnus was grieving his version of Martha, Franziska was facing never seeing her own family again either, and Jonas…well, considering that this whole situation was that asshole’s fault in the first place, he was the last person Bartosz wanted to talk to.
While he hadn’t technically lied to Regina, just been unable to keep his promise, he still felt as bad as if he had lied, and knowing what he now knows about the Winden apocalypse, he knows he won’t get the chance to make it up to her.
Any, any, sleepless nights. (Lost, Desmond/Sayid)
Sayid was awakened more than once during the first night on the freighter; Desmond was having a recurring nightmare where he was having visions of Charlie’s death, trying desperately to save him but unable to.
He could relate, flashing back to his own first nights on the island where he had his own nightmares of the death of Essam Tasir, waking and asking himself all over again what he could have done differently in order that Essam could have been saved.
By the end of their time on the freighter, the only thing that was helping Desmond to sleep undisturbed by the nightmare was having Sayid there holding him through the night, and Sayid found that this helped him too.
any, any, When Mom asks me how my day at school was, I always just say "fine" and change the subject. (13 Reasons Why, Hannah)
It was easier for Hannah to just nod, smile, say school had been fine whenever her mother asked how it had gone. Her mother had been so determined that Liberty High would be a fresh start after Ridgeview; Hannah wasn’t going to talk about how her friendship with Jessica had imploded, about Alex’s stupid list, about the names she was getting called after Bryce Walker forwarded those photos to the whole class.
Yet even as Hannah would start talking about something totally random, a part of her sometimes wished her mother would push the issue, would realise that school hadn’t been fine, would open up the conversation where Hannah could explain.
Larry the Cat always knew he was the most important figure in Downing Street, not whichever fool of a housemate happened to be living there with him at the present time, but it was always nice to have it confirmed, he thought as he approached the laptop.
Googling himself, Larry purred at the sight of fan pages for him and Facebook groups in his honour, then came to a page called AO3…Boris Johnson/Liz Truss pegging, Boris Johnson/Donald Trump?
He thought he’d seen it all after the parties, but after reading that, Larry needed some brain bleach.
any, any, "I still wake up with things to tell you." (Yellowjackets, Shauna)
Whenever Shauna and Jackie would go downstairs for breakfast after their slumber parties, Shauna’s mother would always ask them how it was possible that they’d stayed up so late talking and yet still had so much to say to each other in the morning.
Shauna thought of that again every morning in the cabin when she woke up and realised Jackie was no longer next to her, yet still had so many things she wanted to say to her every day.
She’d told Taissa she’d moved on after Natalie had buried what was left of Jackie, and sure, she had to some extent, she wasn’t having imaginary conversations with Jackie any more, but that didn’t mean she didn’t wake up wanting to tell Jackie something new every day.
any, any, i'll show him that a cadillac is not a car to scorn (Sweet Valley High, Kris Lynch)
Kris Lynch had seen Todd Wilkins sniggering at his Cadillac as he’d walked past it with Peggy Abbot. Any other time, that might have bothered him, but as he watched Todd and Peggy talking, as Todd cringed when Peggy did her donkey laugh again, he thought to himself that actually, he had the upper hand. Todd wouldn’t be laughing when he was stuck with Peggy at the dance while Elizabeth Wakefield was being driven past him in Kris’s pink Cadillac.
Any, any, the start of the end of the world feels like any other day (Dark, Regina)
It had seemed like the end of the world to Regina the day she heard that Mads, her only real friend at the time, had gone missing, once again the day she had come home from a sleepover to find her grandfather dead and her mother missing, and again the day she received her cancer diagnosis. Yet on each occasion, the day had started out feeling like any other day, with no indication of what was to come.
The day of the actual Winden apocalypse had also started out like any other; she had had no idea that that would be the last time she would ever see Bartosz, that her illusions about Aleksander were to be shattered before he died, that her mother would appear again not having aged a day; Winden may have been practically destroyed in the nuclear apocalypse, yet these things destroyed Regina more.
any, any, last words (Dark, Bartosz)
Bartosz is still haunted by the last words he spoke to Regina; when he’d told her he’d be back later, he’d genuinely meant it, believed that he would return home to his mother.
Trapped in 1888 with no means of returning to 2020, he’d kept imagining Regina waiting for him, wondering why he never returned home, but felt unable to talk about it since Magnus was grieving his version of Martha, Franziska was facing never seeing her own family again either, and Jonas…well, considering that this whole situation was that asshole’s fault in the first place, he was the last person Bartosz wanted to talk to.
While he hadn’t technically lied to Regina, just been unable to keep his promise, he still felt as bad as if he had lied, and knowing what he now knows about the Winden apocalypse, he knows he won’t get the chance to make it up to her.
Any, any, sleepless nights. (Lost, Desmond/Sayid)
Sayid was awakened more than once during the first night on the freighter; Desmond was having a recurring nightmare where he was having visions of Charlie’s death, trying desperately to save him but unable to.
He could relate, flashing back to his own first nights on the island where he had his own nightmares of the death of Essam Tasir, waking and asking himself all over again what he could have done differently in order that Essam could have been saved.
By the end of their time on the freighter, the only thing that was helping Desmond to sleep undisturbed by the nightmare was having Sayid there holding him through the night, and Sayid found that this helped him too.
any, any, When Mom asks me how my day at school was, I always just say "fine" and change the subject. (13 Reasons Why, Hannah)
It was easier for Hannah to just nod, smile, say school had been fine whenever her mother asked how it had gone. Her mother had been so determined that Liberty High would be a fresh start after Ridgeview; Hannah wasn’t going to talk about how her friendship with Jessica had imploded, about Alex’s stupid list, about the names she was getting called after Bryce Walker forwarded those photos to the whole class.
Yet even as Hannah would start talking about something totally random, a part of her sometimes wished her mother would push the issue, would realise that school hadn’t been fine, would open up the conversation where Hannah could explain.
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